• wintersolstice 9w

    ~A Beautiful Mess. Part 1

    We often cling on to people and places and things and what not. A beautiful mess or a burden?

    #life #mirakee.

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    I started walking
    With an infinite piece of thread
    And No curls on my head
    Young and carefree
    Twirling and dancing
    Falling and up again
    Cruizing through streets and cities,
    With the seemingly smooth thread.
    No sooner,
    I started stopping more
    Winding my little thread
    Tightly so
    Around the people I adore.
    But more I wanted to explore,
    So, I tied all the lives,
    I touched in between,
    Wanting them to never leave.